My story, like these baby robins, is sitting there with its mouth open, calling, "Feed me, feed me, feed me."
And I, like the parent birds, am scurrying around gathering up nourishment.
That story is hungry, I tell you. Hungry. I hope I find enough to fill up its belly.
Pay no attention to the messy nest, with its bits of wire and paper, twigs and mud. My nest is not that messy.
Wonder what you are scrambling to feed these days.
Me?! All these things I LOVE but can't touch(at least when BIG sister(Elenka) is watching onion rings, fried foods, fettuccine alfredo etc. You know the list. hahahaha
ReplyDeleteNice comparison - the last sentence gave me something to reflect upon.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to read your "hungry" story.
ReplyDeleteI have a constant supply of bird seed out but a clan of rogue gophers keeps emptying my feeders. Their cheeks triple in size as they stuff them with seed.
ReplyDeleteThe nest in this photo is beautiful! To think that birds assembled this work of art.
What are you gathering to feed your story, I wonder? Yesterday I gathered some sale yarn from a new wool shop to feed my knitting obsession.
ReplyDeleteBest of luck! Wouldn't it be easy if we could just dig up a few worms to feed our stories? (Or maybe not so easy!) :)
ReplyDeleteI'm busy trying to satiate the hunger for detail in my WIP. I believe it's becoming a more filled, and hopefully filling, book as a result.
Thanks for the inspiration!
Another wonderful analogy with a spectacular picture!
ReplyDeleteI am also hunting and gathering, preparing for the big rewrite. I think my brain has not quite come out of hibernation mode.
ReplyDeleteYou gave to us something to think about!Wonderful story and message!
ReplyDeleteLéia
interesting poem :-)
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to tell you how much my 6th graders LOVED "Walk Two Moons". I read it aloud to them-we fell in love with Sal and Pheobe, Gram and Gramps. I can't begin to tell you how many tears were shed in our classroom toward the end of this book! AND-I read it to both of my classes so I got to cry twice! :) I thought I was going to have to get a student to finish reading it to them because I could not stop crying!! We love you-thank you for sharing your thoughts, ideas, words, and stories with us!
ReplyDeleteLove the comments . . .and 'shannonjoe', please say 'huzza huzza' to your kids for me.
ReplyDeleteTwo years ago we had a robin's nest on our gutter outside our glass back door. We loved that nest! We learned all the habits of the parents (where they liked to roost away from the nest), tell the parents apart, and screamed in fury when a crow started to investigate the nest. (Tragedy averted.) We named all the robins after characters in the Secret Garden, although our American robins are less feisty.
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